1 Wilt Thou not, my Shepherd true,
Spare Thy sheep, in mercy spare me?
Wilt Thou not, as shepherds do,
In Thine arms rejoicing bear me;
Bear me where all troubles cease,
Home to folds of joy and peace?
2 With thy flock I long to be,
With the flock to whom 'tis given
Safe to feed, and, praising Thee,
Roam the happy plains of heaven:
Free from fear of sinful stain,
They can never stray again.
3 Lord! I here am sore beset,
Fears at every step confound me;
Lo! my foes have spread their net,
And with craft and might surround me;
Such their snares on every side,
Safe Thy sheep can ne'er abide.
4 See, on earth's wide desert way
How my truant steps mislead me;
Bring me back, no more to stray,
In Thine own green pastures feed me.
Gather me within the fold,
Where Thy lambs Thy light behold.
Source: The Lutheran Hymnary #403
|First Line:||Wilt Thou not, my Shepherd true|
|German Title:||Guter Hirte, willst Du nicht|
|Author:||Angelus Silesius (1657)|
|Translator:||Frances Elizabeth Cox (1841-64)|